I broke eye contact and scooted away before I did something embarrassing. Leo waspotent.
His low chuckle made my cheeks heat, but my embarrassment transformed into satisfaction when he shifted in his seat, adjusting the bulge in his pants.
“How many eggs are you proposing?” Carmen asked again.
Stanley walked over to a poster board on an easel covered by a faded floral bedsheet. “This is the plan!” He whipped the sheet off and the poster fell flat to the ground.
“Stanley is not having a good night,” I said out of the side of my mouth.
Leo squeezed my hand. “I would be more sympathetic, but last week he came into the flower shop and made me show him every single variety of flower I had in stock to prove I wasn’t running a black market exotic flower ring.”
“Well, are you?”
“Oh yeah. But my illegal exotic flowers are under a secret trapdoor in the back.”
Could he be any cuter?
“You better stay on my good side now that you’ve given me the power to destroy you,” I said.
“I’m pretty sure you’ve always had that power.”
What did that mean?
Now it was his turn to break eye contact, fixing his attention on Stanley, who managed to put the poster back on the easel with a shouted “Ta-da.” I scrunched my nose as I read the poster’s title:Starlight Grove’s Path to Egg Hunt Domination.
“Twenty thousand eggs?” Carmen exclaimed. “Stanley, be reasonable.”
“You cannot bereasonableand expect to win,” he shot back.
“Why is your poster written in Comic Sans?” Summer called out.
I stood up slightly and spotted her and Ivy in the row in front of Olive and her guys. I waved and Summer turned, immediately scowling as she held up her phone, pointed at me, and dragged her finger across her throat.
I blew her a kiss.
A loud argument broke out about proper font usage for official town posters.
Leo leaned in. “Maple Glen’s town meetings were never this entertaining.”
“Honestly, this is pretty tame. He hasn’t even insulted Briar’s Landing’s mayor—”
“We will not fail! We will not stumble! We will once and for all defeat Claude Fumble and prove that Starlight Grove reigns supreme!”
“There it is,” I said dryly, and Leo snorted.
“Who is Claude Fumble?”
“It’s actually pronouncedFoom-Blay. He’s the mayor of Briar’s Landing. He and Stanley have a major rivalry going on, so they trade incredibly mild insults.”
The rest of the meeting centered around talking Stanley down from placing a bulk order for twenty thousand plastic Easter eggs and what prizes would be offered for the winner of each egg-hunt division.
Stanley was finally talked down to eighteen thousand eggs and the meeting came to a close.
“Shoot,” I muttered.
“What?” Leo asked.
“I haven’t started Felix’s Eggstravaganza outfit.” I rubbed my eyes. With my custom orders, the craft night event I was planning, and my house growing messier and messier, there never seemed to be enough time in the day anymore.
